Ought he be spending his time with recreations of stars whose candle of hope was long snuffed out over aiding those of his own star? The uncertainty pinches his brow beneath his fringe, but Dionysos' confidence in him is reassuring nonetheless.
"Aye, I suppose they could," he replies with a small smile of his own, falling into step beside Dionysos.
As they walk together, other dragons can be spotted, their scales darkened as they lay unmoving, having drawn their final breaths long ago. Eggs can be espied, many cracked open with dragonet corpses lying still upon the shell.
"Dragons have long lives much like yourself, and I am told their perception of past grief is as though it is now." Rhea'li nods towards the shattered eggs. "In midst of their despair in face of war, some dragons chose to destroy their clutches to spare their children the pain of experiencing death."
Now that he thinks about it, Meteion had a very similar train of thought, hadn't she?
"These dragons knew of the one who fled to Etheirys, Midgardsormr, but believed there was no chance he would escape alive. But he did and was granted succor by Venat as Hydaelyn." Would the spark of hope have been lit if the dragons knew? A cheeky grin curls the corner of Rhea'li's mouth as he shakes a finger at Dionysos. "When he arrives in your time, you had better welcome him properly."
That is, perhaps, one thing that worries him. Whether the ancients would perceive Midgardsormr as a people like themselves, or like a creature or familiar.
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Date: 2024-03-11 04:56 pm (UTC)"Aye, I suppose they could," he replies with a small smile of his own, falling into step beside Dionysos.
As they walk together, other dragons can be spotted, their scales darkened as they lay unmoving, having drawn their final breaths long ago. Eggs can be espied, many cracked open with dragonet corpses lying still upon the shell.
"Dragons have long lives much like yourself, and I am told their perception of past grief is as though it is now." Rhea'li nods towards the shattered eggs. "In midst of their despair in face of war, some dragons chose to destroy their clutches to spare their children the pain of experiencing death."
Now that he thinks about it, Meteion had a very similar train of thought, hadn't she?
"These dragons knew of the one who fled to Etheirys, Midgardsormr, but believed there was no chance he would escape alive. But he did and was granted succor by Venat as Hydaelyn." Would the spark of hope have been lit if the dragons knew? A cheeky grin curls the corner of Rhea'li's mouth as he shakes a finger at Dionysos. "When he arrives in your time, you had better welcome him properly."
That is, perhaps, one thing that worries him. Whether the ancients would perceive Midgardsormr as a people like themselves, or like a creature or familiar.